Selcouth

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I walked down to the carriages at 5:00. Everyone else was huddling in their house color blankets and in their pjs. Mcgonogall was checking names off of her clipboard from where she stood, which was on the step of one of the carriages.

"Everyone is here. All except for Mr. Malfoy. Has anyone seen him?" Her voice was loud and most of the prefects flinched at the volume.

"No Professor, we haven't seen him," One of the Hufflepuff prefects spoke.

"Into your house carriages, all of you. It'll be warmer there as we wait for Malfoy," She turned and disappeared into her cabin. I huffed and walked to the large emerald green carriage. A house elf appeared in the front and opened the door for me. I stepped onto the small step and then ducked as I entered the small room.

It had dark green velvet cushions on each side and had drinks in a silver cooler on the side. I collapsed onto one of the seats and pressed on the compact cabinet above me. It molded into the ceiling and disappeared so it would be hard to find if you weren't looking for it. It opened and I pulled the bag out of the compartment.

Every time there was a prefect retreat they gave you almost little goody bags on the carriage ride there. It is equipped with snacks for the ride, another fluffy blanket with your house crest and name on it, a sleeping eye mask, and a ball that when tapped would change color. I pulled the blanket over my legs and relaxed. Maybe Malfoy wouldn't come at all.

The second the thought crossed my brain the door swung open and a tall figure leaned down and entered. He was already wearing his black suit as he sat down across from me.

"Most people wear what they slept in onto the carriages, it's a long ride," I spoke first.

"You do realize you are wearing a velvet dress right," At his words I looked at my attire. It was true, I was wearing a black dress that ended about mid thigh and had a small slit on the side.

"It's comfortable," I defended myself.

"Well so is this," He smirked and leaned back.

"You were late," I pointed out the obvious.

"Awe you noticed?" His tongue pushed out his bottom lip before emerging and licking his lips.

"You're disgusting," I snarled at him and turned to the window. We were silent for a few minutes. A noise of liquid being poured into a glass sliced the comfortable quiet in half. I looked over and watched as Malfoys long fingers wrapped around the champagne glass as he poured butterbeer into the cup. His silver eyes shot up to me for a moment before going back to his cup.

"Want some?" His voice was low and softer than most of my encounters with him. His head was still pointed down but his eyes moved to watch me. I nodded slowly and without taking his own champagne glass out of his hand he grabbed a second one. The veins in his hand popped out as he compensated for the two glasses. He poured the drink and passed it to me. I didn't drink until I had watched him drink some of his own.

"It's not poisoned you watched me pour it," He laughed. I was still suspicious but I lifted the glass to my lips and drank a small amount.

"You never know. You are a Malfoy after all," I didn't look at him as I spoke.

"You wish you were a Malfoy," His voice stayed calm and I silently cursed myself for losing it.

"Yes Draco I would absolutely die to be a Malfoy," I rolled my eyes as I spoke, the sarcasm bouncing off of the walls.

" Darling before you fall too deep in love with me I should remind you I'm off the market," He was joking, and smirking the entirety of his small speech.